AFTER HOURS

I DON'T WANT TO
DEMAND THE UNITY OF
THIS IN ORDER TO EXIST
IN THIS WELL OF PUTRID SHIT
BECAUSE IT'S TOO TIRING
TO FIGURE OUT
HOW TO PULL UP THE
ROPE FOR ANOTHER SIP.
YOU CANNOT TRY TO
'LOVE' SOMETHING
HALFHEARTEDLY.
THE LIVES OF OTHERS WILL ALWAYS
ESCAPE US.
WE ESCAPE THEM TOO.
THE FORM IS UNREACHABLE
TO US, THE FOOLISH.
SO WE KEEP SPEAKING THE
ONLY FUCKING LANGUAGE WE KNOW.
PURSUING OUR 'DESTINIES'
TO THE BITTER END.
EATING A MOUTHFUL OF SAND
IN A DRY DESERT IN HOPES OF
A MIRAGE WITH A FLASK
OF WATER IN OUR BACK POCKETS.